Now, looking down, I could see that she was correct. I had a dark, dime-sized wet spot on the front of my slacks where my secretions had seeped throug... as she had rubbed against me. She quickly got my pants unfastened and my zipper lowered, and she then asked me to raise up so that she could get my pants and my boxers tugged down past my hips and butt. That task accomplished, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip of my aching cock. She leaned back slightly, licking her lips, and. Emma had locked up the shop and office and was standing outside with her push bike waiting to hand me the keys. I let her and Jack out of the main gate and then Debbie and I went back to the staff room to dry off and change. Working at the garden centre it was always sensible to keep a change of clothes and some towels in your locker and so I got a couple of large towels out, threw one to Debbie then stripped off my shirt and started to rub myself dry. My back was to her but there was no point. They chattered and she warmed towards them, she felt wanted, something that her husband had never showed her; she was comfortable and didn't object as she was encouraged to rest against the one man who seemed to be the spokesman for them both. A slight kiss on the forehead, then on the cheek and finally on the lips, a kiss that she hadn't experienced in ages, maybe in decades, another sign of acceptance. A kiss led to a touch and gradually her tit was massaged and she gave a slight shudder, not. So I quietly go outside for a smoke. When I come back in, she is awake. Guess I made too much noise with the door. I grab a beer quick and come back to sit down in front of you. “How’d you do?” She asks me. “Check it out.” I immediately stand up to show her and get a positive review. (More pictures) I’m not erect at this point so I ask, “where’s the toy box?” “You took too long. I already used it.” Dammit, this is not good for me. “I want to see your boobs again.” I get the usual bra shot that.